Guns' N' Roses - I.R.S. lyrics

rate me

Ah, ah

Is it true

What they say of you?

Gonna call the President

Gonna call a Private Eye

Gonna get the IRS

Gonna need the FBI

There's not anymore that I can do

All the reasons that you gave

I'd follow you

So when you lead them in, that'll be the end of time it's true

Wouldn't be the first time I've been wrong

Wouldn't be the last I'm sure, I've known

With all the rumors I could tell,

Some things didn't work so well

Well anyway, it feels the same

As when you first told me you were gone,

So long ago but I still held on

Through all the emotions, the love and the sex

And that's the truth, and here's the worst yet

Wouldn't it even mattered the things that I'd say

You've made your mind up and gone anyway

And there's no use now in dragging it on

Should've seen it coming all along

Well it's true....ooh....

I had,

My doubts of you

Gonna call the President

Gonna call myself a Private Eye

Gonna need the IRS

Gonna get the FBI

Gonna make this a federal case

Gonna wave it right down in your face

Read it baby with your morning news

With a sweet hangover

And the headlines too, now

Oh oh

Oh oh

I bet you think I'm doing this all for my health

I should've looked again babe at somebody else

Feelin' like I've done way more than wrong

Feelin' like I'm livin' inside of this song

Feelin' like I'm just too tired to care

Feelin' like I've done more than my share

Could've been the weight that I carried on

Like a broken record for so long

And I do

Ooh, ooh,

I'm gonna call the President,

Gonna call a private Eye

Gonna get the IRS,

Gonna need myself the FBI.

Oooh, what shall I do,

If I gave my heart to you? Uoh

It's such a crime you know it's true

Gonna call the president

Gonna need myself a private eye

Ooh, gonna need the IRS

Gonna get the FBI

Gonna make it a federal case

Gonna wave it right down in your face

Read it baby with your morning news

With the sweet hangover

and the headlines too

There's not anymore that I can do